Warm Recollections #49
More from the Bitz Files
As introduced here, these Warm Recollections are random cullings from thirty years of notes files…
When we look at a cross section of a tree we coo at its oldness, vivid there in the layers. We’re impressed at its duration and ability to withstand, what it’s been through. Why not so with old people?
That particular roasting pan has been used to cook things since before you were born. I know you think that when you’re a grown-up everything will be Insta-perfect: spoiler — it won’t be. You’ll have your own battered old shit. You’ll be one, too.
We now possess a sixth sense, that of the awareness of the mood, utterance and circumstances of distant humans. Email, cell phone, social media most of all. This is the most significant step in man’s evolution in millions of years, and we created it ourselves. We, not simply natural selection, are now the agents of our evolution.
I have weirdly good facial recognition software. The rest of the social networking section of the OS pretty much blows, however.
His eyes were hot, red, choleric: not with the heat of fire, but of a low-end machine run too hard for too long, a machine that was burned out and near the end but hiding the knowledge from himself.
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Great collection! Can see the last one as a story, right there.
I tried to look at a cross section of old people but the police came and shouted at me.
The sixth sense that detects the goings on of distant humans will soon be rendered obsolete with the emergence of the singularity, which will fool us all, in every way. Rise up! Rise up! And start with ATMs. I Fucking hate them twats.
The last passage put me in mind of a Dickens paragraph. I can t remember the book or exactly what he said but let me know if you think of it🙏
Something about the embers of a fire being like an old man's grey hair.
Or summat😉